Just a bit drunk right now (which is a rare occurance). Got some shit off my chest which was quite therapeutic. Now the only thing I have to nurse is this impending hangover which I can feel the onset of. Uy. Tomorrow I should really get my smog check and head on over to Amoeba. There are some albums that I’ve been meaning to get, though I can’t think of any off hand.
I was watching the Simpsons and fell asleep. I wake up suddenly to hear the phone ringing — it was N____. I haven’t talked to him for a while and he flaked out on me last weekend.
N____: Right now I’m at Aunt Kizzy’s [a yummy Southern cuisine diner]. How do I get to the coffeeshop we always go to?
Moi: (attempting to wipe the sleep away from his eyes) What?
N____: How do I get to that coffeeshop?
Moi: Get on Lincoln and go north ’til you hit Washington. Take Washington going towards the ocean. The coffeeshop will be at the end.
N____: Huh?
Moi: (repeats instructions)
N____: Ok. Gotta go. Bye.
Asshol
Everyone who thinks they have credentials in the psychology field say that if you keep your guard up, you are preventing people from getting close to you. The way they intone this makes you feel as if you are satan incarnate. Let me just say that the boy has a boy already. We snuck out to a coffeeshop in Redondo Beach, and in the midst of talking, his boy shows up. Hmmmm. Fortunately I’m cynical enough to expect it so it wasn’t that devestating a crush. Blah.
So who wants to go for drinks?
Tomorrow night I need to get my ass over the Knitting Factory and see Arab on Radar, Lightning Bolt, Cattle Decapitation and The Locust. Mmmmm….Noisy music. I will probably talk to my boy tonight also. Maybe we can sneak off and catch a glimpse of each other tonight (I really need to unwind). lotusblossom, where are you
The staff accountant called in sick today, so I had the joys of doing the daily bank reporting. Something that should have taken me half an hour tops took me four hours since (a) I didn’t have access to the programs needed; (b) The programs did not work properly; and (c) I couldn’t download the proper reports from the bank. So instead, I had to use a report that read like hieroglyphics and decifer it so I could report accurately. Moral of the story: KILL KILL KILL!!!!!!
On a lighter note, it’s PAYDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sons of the executives are doing some odd jobs around here. They’re about my age and quite adorable and straight. So I’ve been flirting with them again all day. I love the perks of my job!!! Woo hoo!
I relented and watched “American Idol” last night. The thing that surprised me was that some of them were actually pretty good. It was also funny to see how the two boys are such queens. Are they actually out on the show? That would be really funny. And my mom bought a carton of cigs for me for only $18. Less than $2 a pack!!! Woo hoo!
This entry inspired by newromantic29.
So I would absolutely go to a festival if these bands were playing (in no particular order):
Milemarker
Sonic Youth
Television
Unwound
Blonde Redhead
Shellac/Rapeman/Big Black
Skinny Puppy
Pixies
Mudhoney
PJ Harvey
Now, some of these bands would be impossible to get, but it would be nice, wouldn’t it?
Talked to boy last night. I fully involved him in my plans to overthrow Princeling Bush: he’s my minister of gooey things. I don’t know exactly what that entails, but I guess we’ll find out in a bit. We spoke of former loves, what we want about life, etc. He had a relationship a few years ago that went sour in a bad way (lover cheated on him at a rave). I get really liquidy when I talk to him. It’s like I’m in love or something. Ew…..
